Momming
Define finite glancing,
Refine all time passing by
Before 9-5 traffic
C-4 tragic ending at the front of a bus.
Rust-like
Building sides,
What waste am I?
What space is mine?
Erase my spine,
dust might fill my void,
but that shape is fine.
Don't check your bags
We've got two nights worth of sand in this one
Four wheel trash can, trash can.
Go outside into the night to greet
The lunar casted shadows on your hand
Recall a time when you had friends
And take them with you in your mind,
but you'll never see them again.
And then I threw myself awake,
from this haze it feels funny having dreams again.
How long have I been down here in the pit?
Feels like now I can finally trust myself.
Feels like now I can die. In my bed, I'll be intertwined.
Blanket wrapped and moonlit, without contact, or sleeping,
and thinking of nothing, to feel life flowing through me
Like a river between it's banks and outside a great silence,
like a God who is sleeping,
A God who is keeping me helplessly still.